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Angel listened to the woman behind the bar. She seemed to be cursing in a language that he wasn't familiar with. As a former officer he understood the fluctuation of the voice. He got up from his chair and walked over to the woman. He moved closer and noticed the cut. "Here let me help you." the man said as he took the bloody hand. He put it the closest sink on cold. he placed the hand under it and squeezed it a few times before rubbing in certain ways. He was making sure the class was gone. Once he was done he looked for a clean rag. After a few minutes he gave up and pulled off his own shirt and pressed it on the wound to stop the bleeding.

Scytheress was surprised that the pair at the booth had heard her small commotion at all over the din of voices in the air but she was pleased at their concern nonetheless. However, bar rules and all dictated patrons not be allowed behind the bar, especially ones the woman had never met before. As Angel came to round the counter, Scy held up her wrapped hand for him to stop. "It's alright, stuff like this happens all the time. If you think I can't handle a knick of all things then I'm afraid you're sorely mistaken." The fox grinned at the two men. The blood was already staunching and soon a simple bandage would suffice. Or so she thought. When she pulled the rag from her hand the clot that had formed, partially attached to the cloth, was ripped free and the wound bled anew. "Bine, trage."* She let out a short laugh as the red rivulets dripped into the sink. "Well neither of you look like medics, but I'm sure you know how to stitch. That cabinet there on the wall, yeah by the door to the kitchen. There's a field kit in there with your basic hook-needle and thread. Could I get one of you to sew me up? One pass should be fine." As she spoke, she laid the dish towel back over her hand. She'd had to fix herself up before, and she could do it with one hand, but why go through the hassle when there were others to do the work for her? As it was, the little cut was only going to end up an annoyance, not a debilitating affair.

[[*Well, shoot.]]

"Not a medic!?!" Devlin said in mock indignation and thumped Angel on the shoulder "I kept this horn dog alive and gave a leg that rivals my hand." Devlin said and shook his head for a moment before walking around the bar muttering random things. he knew it wasn't serious just by looking at it but one never knew at times. He led out a sigh getting the indicated kit and walked back over to Scytheress and held his hand out somewhat expectantly "I'll do the one over once we get some alcohol on it" he said and held his other hand up which held the kit in it "I know it shouldn't be nothing to worry about but I've seen infections before from stuff like this bloody irksome it is in the healing process " he said letting out a tired breath.

Nodding and taking a swab Devlin gingerly began to cleanse the area to make sure it was clean as could be then began to stitch the wound up having gotten the equipment out while he was cleaning the wound. Devlin looked away for a moment but keep a steady hand at what he was doing and smiled "Oh, well this here is Frank otherwise known as Angel, we used to live int he same town and um, how should I put it." Devlin stopped as he finished stitching the wound and inspected his handiwork after a moment satisfied and letting go of her limb. "I saved his life once and we have a mutual close acquaintance." Devlin said laughing a little bit

As Devlin swabbed her hand, her expression never changed. The cut wasn't so bad, it just bled a lot and it'd be easier for her to work if she didn't have to worry about smearing blood all over the drinks she made. The fox listened absently to the men's tale of heroics but was a little surprised when Angel offered his hand in greeting. Heck, why not? With her free but blood-covered hand, she grasped the former-cop's, giving is a small but firm shake. "Angel, huh? Well he called you Frank and considering you just alluded to the fact that you're German, it's not too hard to guess what your real name might be, my new friend." The vixen smirk that graced her lips showed of her twin fangs and made her golden eyes twinkle. "I'll keep it to myself though, of course. What kind of bartender would I be if I went about spewing secrets?" She chuckled as Devlin finished with her hand.

Scytheress brought her hand up to her face to inspect the stitch. Flipping her palm back and forth she finally nodded in satisfaction. "I think that'll do. Thanks, Devlin. As for you," she turned her gaze to Angel, hearing his remark about her looks, "what do you mean 'not bad looking'? I'm gorgeous!" She gestured to her lithe figure* and laughed. More than her fair share of students and teachers alike had fallen prey to her feminine wiles, not so much here as at her former assignment. Soon though, she'd have her harem here as well, no doubt. Passifying her mirth, she turned back to the sink and plucked the glass that had caused all this trouble from the depths of the red water and tossed it in the trash. With a quick flick of her wrist, she unstoppered the drain and the bloodied liquid receded. Turning the water on again, she rinsed her hands clean before wiping them dry and turning her full attention back to her patrons.

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Devlin just shook his head letting out a sigh but he couldn't deny his eyes wandered a little bit up and down her body. he shook himself though when he caught it. readjusting his glasses and nodding at her as she thanked him. And hearing Angels pick up lines and other flirts Devlin let out a slight chuckle "And with that, I do believe I need a drink." He said quietly he wasn't the most confident of people considering his size. he quickly scanned the bar looking for something that might play music that he would enjoy hearing other then the violin or fiddle which he could always pick up and play himself.

He smiled looking back at her after a moment and wondered as to what the sound of her singing voice would be like. It touched him that she would offer to sing for Angel and him but he shook his head "Another time perhaps, and we'll accompany your voice with my violin, But as of now I'm feeling for some Ozzy." he said and looked at the bottle she'd sat on the bar. looking around for a glass and pouring one he sniffed it for a moment his head twitching to the side as he did so. "Thats the one thing about Vodka I could never get over, it has a rather strong smell for all it's clarity" he commented absently as he took a sip enjoying the burn and most likely going to hate himself sometime later that night for mixing dark and clear liquor.

Scytheress quirked a brow at Devlin. Chopin was known for it's incredibly subtle aroma, but perhaps he had a very sensitive nose. She shrugged it off as she pushed away from the bar. It was probably best she didn't abandon her duties to entertain both herself and the others milling about. Scy knelt next to fiddle with the laptop under the counter to browse through the music. She held up a finger where the pair could see when Angel requested a different drink, letting him know she'd get as soon as she found the right album to play. Soon, 'Crazy Train' wafted from the speakers to be followed by the rest of the well known titles by the infamous Prince of Darkness.* Still sitting on her toes, Scythe reached over and grabbed the warm beer from a shelf and then stood. She set the bottle on the counter. "I've always thought it was best room-temperature, but if you prefer chilled, I have a few in the cooler."

[[*I've met him...it was awesome....]]